Well, not actually RIGHT there but inside the balcony door. For the above photo I was hanging my phone over the rail and J was fussing at me not to drop it. (Like I would drop my phone 23 floors…well, nevermind.)

Anysun-I was planning on regaling you with tales of travel (like how I almost threw a mcnugget at a lady’s head in the Denver airport) but the beach/pool/lagoon is calling my name.

So instead I will just share with you my thoughts on aloha:
REALLY? There’s ONE word for hello and goodbye? How fucking lazy are you people? And HOW do you know when a conversation is ending? Does this mean I can just walk up to people I don’t want to talk to, say aloha and dismiss them and walk away? HOW would they know I was saying goodbye, I hate you rather than hello let’s chat?

Hopefully tomorrow, I can post tales of travel…and how I once almost became a resident of the Frankfurt airport (like Tom Hanks-but I don’t think he was in Frankfurt.) It’s totally related to yesterday I promise.

Anyways…I’m going to seek out more of these:

(Also, I just inhaled a lot of spray sunscreen and am choking so I need to run)

ALOHA! (In this case it means goodbye for now) (See where this is hard?)

ALOHA!!! So funny! I lived there for a year or so and my Man took forever to figure out that Mahalo did not mean trash! Have a great time and try a lava flow (pina colada with strawberry daiquiri swirled through it) if you have not yet…It is paradise in a big honking glass!

Aloha! I’m back, but now you’re in Hawaii? Life’s not fair. And what I mean by that is, it’s not fair you are in Hawaii and I’m not. It looks like I have some catching up to do with you. So glad to be back. Aloha!